I figured I would share with you guys a screen shot of The Demon’s Lady so far. Are you guys excited?
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I figured I would share with you guys a screen shot of The Demon’s Lady so far. Are you guys excited?
Overwatch writing updates
So I am doing some work on The Demon’s Lady, my Demon!Jesse fanfic since I am currently still trying to figure out where I am going to go with Shadows in the Cornfield from here. But hopefully I will figure it out soon.
Demon/Werewolf!McCree
I hope to have either my Demon!McCree or Werewolf/McCree story up by Halloween. But I promise nothing!
“Who wants the ability ta kill any human ya want fer the next few days? At the low cost of yer soul, it’s really a steal.”
Demon Jesse
He is a generic demon but specializing in death and war. He sparks men to fight and kill for causes they might not consider otherwise. Spurring fights between friends even just to claim their souls. And to the victors who stand after the fighting is done he rewards them with whatever they desire. With the promise of their soul when they die. All around win for him.
He is presented as a normal man but in his demonic form his skin takes on a more reddish color at his joints and knuckles. Almost scale like. He has horns that curl along the shape of his skull and sharp fangs in place of all his teeth. His wings are like an angels and even an ashy grey color. He had a tattoo along his neck in Latin speaking of what he use to be as he was in fact an angel. Banished for his want of death. He also sports clawed hands and pointed ears though only slightly so.
Preview of My New One Shot - Who Gonna Run This Town Tonight?
He could send a thrilling shiver down your spine by just looking at you with those ice blue eyes that had seen a million trapped sinners like herself, now trapped in a twisted web with the servants of Hell like Pierce. Yet somehow his eyes looked forgiving and sympathetic, unlike Pierce's dark, sinister yellow eyes that was reminiscent of a hunter stalking her prey. She knew that this was just his vessel, some poor looking guy whose body he'd taken to give off the appearance of innocence and warmth.
She knew that eventually his true colours would shine through and his eyes would dissolve into onyx. The same colour that haunted Rachel's nightmare for the last five years. Nevertheless, she focused on the here and now. He wore a simple black shirt and matching waistcoat to hug the fabric closer to his obviously toned body. Coupled with some dress pants and smart shoes, he looked more like a movie star than the Devil's Advocate.
"You called?" The Man before her repeated as Rachel sat on the damp floor of the crossroads, her pure white dress stained with the unholy dirt and her knees bloodied by the impact of his arrival from Hell itself. She would never get used to calling the Devil's children to her presence in this place. "Rachel Berry, heard you're having some problems with Pierce. My firmest apologizes but her people skills are rusty by any standards." He replied, taking a cautious step towards Rachel, offering a hand out to her.
"Pierce is trying to kill me." Rachel managed to say softly, looking up at him then to his soft looking hand. She let her hand slip into his and he pulled her from the ground, she started about brushing the dirt she could from her clothing. "I need your protection. Or assistance. Or whatever you can do to help." She explained. The Demon tilted his head in thought for a few seconds.
"I'm Jesse St James. Happy to be of assistance." He told her softly before pressing a kiss to the hand within his grasp.
If someone offered you a million dollars for a night of sex, would you do it? Would it matter if the person were good looking or not?
Like I just said, I don't need a million dollars. And sex is sex, sweetheart. As long as they've got something to offer, I'm game.
What would you do if you had a million dollars?
I don't need a million dollars. So I'd burn them.
In someone's house.
While they're still inside.